Just choreographed a quick sword fight with my sweetie for this weekend's Pirate gig.

There's kissing in it.

ETA (because it made me laugh): am sitting at my desk, windows open to the veggie bed just outside my office window. Playing the ukulele and singing songs from Josie and the Pussycats, as you do. A Robin lands on the garden fence. Looks at me, head tilted, rapt. Then it poops, waits a beat, and flies away.